The Little Things

The Little Things

Don't ever outgrow the little things

the world just gives away,

The free fresh air and sunshine,

And the games that robins play.

Don't ever outgrow the magic

of a puddle in the rain,

the splash one little puddle makes,

the joy rainbows contain.

Don't ever outgrow big shady trees

with shadows twice their size,

And the wonder of a perfect moon,

That captivates the eye.

Don't ever outgrow the tender heart

that loves the things it sees,

And brings to all that's beautiful

in treasured memories.

-Authour unknown

This poem has hung in my Mom's kitchen for as long as I can remember. I was reading it with the boys this weekend and enjoyed how much they took from it.